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Chapter 1: A Rather Rough Start Twilight was nearing it's beginning once again, the clock began to go off in it's beeping state of it's very purpose, to awaken someone. And for this one, namely Tattered Heart. Tattered was a very heavy sleeper, so it took a few attempts to get her 'up and at 'em'. Once she risen from her bed, she was up for the time being. She had always felt so tired until she had her coffee, she didn't know why, but perhaps it was because she drank coffee every morning, making it her only acceptable fuel of energy. After about half an hour of drinking her coffee and watching television, She began her logue for the morning. With typing the following... "This is week 2 of living in Cyber City. And only week 1 since I met this little puppet salesman named Spamton. So far, I believe he has grown to like me as a good friend. But I'm ready to go onto the next step in the relationship. But only when he is ready." As she finished her decision on her final wording, she

Prologue: Dark clouds covered the sky over the calm city. Rainy fall ran through the narrow streets, wrapping everything around it in a cold wind. In one of the small houses, hidden among the tall trees, lived a young girl named Annya. She was tall and slender, with long black hair, which she always hid under a knitted hat. Because of her dark glasses her gray eyes seemed even deeper.Annya lived all alone, because her parents died two years ago in a terrible car accident. The only family member left around was her grandmother. But the relationship between them remained strained, even from the moment when Annya's mother left home to be with the girl's father. This hidden conflict left its mark on the girl's heart, making her withdrawn and often lonely. But despite her lack of friends in the real world, Annie had her own source of solace - anime. She found refuge and peace by immersing herself in the world of Naruto and other exciting stories. Anni was an avid fan, spending endless

Prologue: Antarctica; 1914 A white void. Endless. All encompassing. Cold. Devoid of life. And through it, alone, he trudged on. His fingers and toes were numb, and while he dare not look beneath his boots or gloves he knew that frostbite was setting in. He was cold, even beneath his thick clothes. The exposed bits of his face burned and chaffed as the wind lashed at him, the sound it made all that could be heard in this vast, frozen desert besides the crunching of ice beneath his heavy footsteps. As he walked, he tried to keep his mind motivated on survival, clinging to thoughts and rationalizations as the utter terror of his situation threatened to pull him down into despair and madness then ultimately into the open arms of death. They had come to reach the pole, he reminded himself, for the glory of the Crown. They had failed. Others had obtained the glory first, and now all was lost. Captain Scott, Wilson, and Bowers were all dead in a tent somewhere far behind.

Summary: Under Sunny’s hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur. An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check! Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, thank you for asking). An 8-pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted) Homework? ...check. An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki’s car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother’s dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than “You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don’t cry and I’m so worried and